The Tidal Dispatch Intro Track (Obsolete)

The Tidal Dispatch Track 4

Red Satellite

Hardcore Care

Two Beautiful Cockroaches

Becoming Currents

The lightning’s crooked path,
Twisting through the storm,
A spark before the thunder,
An intention not yet formed.
It seeks a way through chaos,
A yearning for connection,
But sky and ground seem separate,
A dance without affection.

Oh, quantum beauty,
A flicker in the void,
A glimpse of what might be,
A future that's destroyed.
In the silence of the cosmos,
In the emptiness of space,
We’re just a faint echo,
A fleeting, ghostly trace.

In this dance of charged attraction,
A connection starts to form,
But threads are faint and fragile,
Like particles in a storm.
One moment, there's a pathway,
Then it fades to black,
We reach out for each other,
But the current pulls us back.

Oh, quantum beauty,
A flicker in the void,
A glimpse of what might be,
A future that's destroyed.
In the silence of the cosmos,
In the emptiness of space,
We’re just a faint echo,
A fleeting, ghostly trace.

Anna Krvg